Day 7

"Harry," Draco murmured, lifting his head off Harry's. "The sun's rising."

Harry yawned quietly, and moved off of Draco. "We need to get home and take showers and get all this paint off of us.

Draco nodded. "Are you too tired to Apparate?"

Harry shook his head, and the pair disappeared.

They appeared just outside of Hogwarts, and the exhausted pair walked inside.

They entered their room, and took quick showers before Harry set an alarm to wake up in two hours and the pair passed out on the bed.

Harry woke up first to the sound of his alarm. He shut it off and turned to Draco.

"Draco," he whispered, shaking the blond slightly. He did not stir.

Harry sighed, and moved so he was straddling Draco's waist, shaking him harder.

Draco's eyes fluttered open slowly, and when he registered someone was straddling and shaking him, he screamed loudly and punched Harry in the mouth.

"Ow!" Harry yelled, moving as far away from Draco as he could given their situation. "Jesus, Malfoy, what the fuck?"

"Shit!" Draco quickly moved towards Harry. "Shit, I'm sorry, you scared me, are you alright?"

Harry didn't move his hand away from his mouth, wincing.

"Harry," Draco whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, are you okay?"

Harry winced again as he moved his hand away from his mouth. He tasted blood.

Draco's eyes were wide. "Oh shit," he murmured. "I don't know any healing spells."

Harry shook his head to indicate that he didn't either, and stood. Draco quickly stood too, watching Harry's every move.

Harry walked to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror.

The middle of his bottom lip was split badly, and blood was dripping on the floor.

He grabbed a few tissues, and held them to his lip.

"Harry, I'm really sorry-" Draco started to apologize again.

"Fuck's sake, Draco, shut up," Harry grumbled. "It's fine, it's not like we haven't done worse to each other before."

Draco relaxed slightly, and helped Harry clean up his lip until the bleeding stopped.

"We're gonna be late, I don't think we have time for breakfast," Harry murmured after they got dressed.

"Sor-"

"Draco, stop apologizing before I make you do something else with that mouth," Harry muttered absentmindedly, searching for a quill.

Draco immediately shut up, looking shocked as Harry picked up a quill and stuffed it in his bag.

Harry turned to see Draco's wide eyes, and laughed lightly. "Jesus, Draco, I was kidding."

Draco swallowed. "Right. Are we ready to go?"

Harry studied his bag, and when he was satisfied that he had everything he needed, he nodded.

The pair walked down the hall toward their first class, Transfiguration.

As they stepped into class, they got several stares, but Professor McGonagall barely glanced at them.

Harry and Draco sat in the back of the room silently. Ron stared at Harry for a moment, before leaning over to whisper to him.

"Mate, are you okay?"

Harry frowned. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Ron tapped his own bottom lip to indicate Harry's cut lip.

"Oh, yeah, Draco punched me on accident."

Ron blinked about four times.

"Accident? How do you punch someone on accident?"

"Long story," Harry whispered back. "But he didn't mean to, and he apologized several times."

Ron thought about it for a moment, before nodding and turning back to the front of the class.

"Today we are learning about the transfiguration of small objects into animals," McGonagall said, instantly silencing the class. "You and a partner will be assigned an animal and an object, and must change your object into the animal within the span of our class. You will then take care of it and return it in pristine condition tomorrow. Keep in mind your animal cannot be smaller than a button, or larger than a Chihuahua."

She started passing out paper and objects.

Ron groaned as he showed Harry his. A teddy bear sat on his desk, and his spell required he and Seamus turn it into a spider.

"A spider," he groaned. "Of all the things, I have to have a teddy bear-sized spider."

"Sorry, mate," Harry murmured, before turning to the rest of the class.

Hermione and Parvati had to transform a sock into a goose. Harry hid his laugh at the idea of them trying to contain a sock-sized goose.

Lucinda and Damon had to turn a rose into a snake. Blaise and Neville had to transform a book into a bird. Tabitha and Luna had to turn a shoe into a fish. Diane and Goyle had to turn glasses into a duck. Pansy and Millicent had to turn a necklace into an alligator.

Harry held his breath as McGonagall set down their paper and a lock.

Harry blinked, before turning to Draco.

"We're going to be making a tiny dragon?" he asked in disbelief. Draco shrugged.

"Guess so."

"Hey Draco." Harry smirked. "Your name is in the spell."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Shut up and do the spell, Potter."

Harry grinned, and carefully waved his wand. "Draconifors."

There was a small flash of purple light, and suddenly there was a dragon, no bigger than a bottle of nail polish, sitting on their desk.

It was purple, with tiny emerald green eyes, and Harry thought at that moment it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

"No way!" Diane shouted from across the classroom. "Potter gets a fucking dragon, and I'm stuck with a goddamn duck?"

All eyes in the room turned to Harry and Draco and the tiny purple dragon sitting on their desk.

Harry leaned back in his chair. "Diane, maybe if you weren't such a bitch who discriminates based on blood, you would get something half interesting too."

Seamus whistled, and Lucinda giggled. Diane glared at him, before pointing her wand at his dragon.

"Incendio!" she shouted, and a jet of bright-orange flames shot toward his tiny dragon.

Instinctively, Harry's hand shot out to protect the tiny dragon, before his mind could even register that it would burn him badly. Draco's free hand shot out and snatched Harry's hand back, and the flame hit their dragon dead-on.

Instantly, Harry shouted "Aguamenti!", dousing their table in water.

For a moment, everything was smoky and hazy, and no one could really see their table.

As the smoke started to clear, their purple dragon flew up, unharmed.

"God, Diane, you're a fucking idiot!" Seamus shouted across the class. "Of all the spells you choose to kill a dragon, you choose fire?"

Diane glared, pointing her wand at him, and Harry shouted the first spell that came to mind to stop her from burning him too.

"Serpensortia!"

Diane froze as a snake bigger than her erupted from Harry's wand.

Seamus smirked, wordlessly telling Diane that she had lost.

"Stop her," Harry hissed softly. The snake moved forward, and several people screamed. McGonagall gave Harry a worried look, but did nothing.

The snake encircled Diane twice before constricting; not enough to leave her breathless, just to disarm her and leave her unable to move.

The tiny dragon flew towards Diane, breathing a flame the same size as a match's into her hair, setting it on fire. Diane screamed.

"Vipera Evanesca," Harry murmured, and his snake disappeared. Diane collapsed to the floor, screaming and patting her hair.

The class was silent for a few moments, and the tiny dragon returned to Harry and Draco's desk.

"You son of a bitch!" Diane yelled, striding forward and pointing her wand at Harry.

Draco stepped forward in front of Harry, his wand pointed at her. "Back the fuck away from him, Di."

Harry's eyes went wide, and Draco squeezed his hand lightly, reassuring him.

Diane's eyes were dangerous and angry, and she cocked her head, smiling a crazy smile. "Oh, protecting your boyfriend, Draco?"

Draco said nothing. Harry moved so they were side by side, and saw Draco giving Diane a challenging smirk.

"Diane, I'm going to give you three seconds to back the fuck up, and if you don't, I'm going to turn you into an ant and step on you." Draco's voice was dangerous and warning. "One."

Diane's eyes narrowed.

"Two."

"Crucio!" Diane screamed.

Instantly, Harry felt a searing pain going throughout his whole body. Both him and Draco fell to the floor, screaming.

Harry was vaguely aware of McGonagall shouting a spell at Diane, and Diane fell to the floor, bound by ropes. McGonagall shouted something again, and the pain was gone.

Harry was dizzy, and sat up slowly, shaking slightly. Draco sat up a moment after, shaking significantly more than Harry.

Harry remembered that Draco had been tortured for years by Voldemort, using the Crutiatus. This probably didn't bring back good memories for him.

Ron dropped to his knees in front of them. "Harry, you okay?" he asked, panic in his tone.

Pansy and Blaise were in front of Draco, murmuring comfort.

Harry was aware of something resting on his shoulder, and he turned his head, laughing slightly. Draco turned to see what he as laughing at, and a soft smile broke across his face.

Their tiny purple dragon was curled up on Harry's shoulder, playing with his shirt like a cat.